The Stonewall Inn
shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
trying on a metaphor
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Not today Justin
cherry valley forever
Andulka
Jules of Nature
ellievsbear
Keni
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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official daine visual archive
occasionally subtle
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@survivuers
# SURVIVUERS — a sideblog to oddsfavorcd. for test muses & muses with extremely low activity. who goes where is extremely vibes-based. if there's a muse i've written for not on the current list, feel free to send me an ask or dm if you're interested in writing with them.
info to be added.
current muses under the cut.
skylar gisondo fc is this anything
━━━ for every "👤" [ alternatively: "NPC" ] sent to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !
Their mentors would definitely not be impressed, but really, Caspian had always had a bit of a hot temper. Nor had he ever been particularly fond of brutes like Cato. They were supposed to be allies, and yet the older boy had seen no issue with taunting him over and over again until he'd snapped. It was infuriating. The pair from District One weren't much better, and seemed to him all looks and no substance, particularly the way Marvel had stopped mid training to fix his hair of all things. Pampered asshole.
"Wish I could break his nose. That would soon wipe that smug smile off his stupid face." But of course, fighting with the other tributes before the games began was against the rules, so he would have to keep trying to play nice, even though he didn't want to. Caspian took a mouthful of bread, giving a little huff, "Bet he's shit at climbing."
marley laughed, shoveling another mouthful of food into her mouth. the community home kept them well-fed, sure, but it wasn't anything like this food. this food was flavorful, tender, well-cooked. it was basically the opposite of the food she'd had all her life, and she was going to savor it for as long as she could.
“he's probably real bad at knots, too. i bet his big dumb fingers can't tie rope worth shit.” she doesn't have the grudge against cato that her district partner does, but nothing cato has done so far has particularly endeared him to her, so she was more than happy to go along with it.
around a mouthful of bread, she asked, “what do you think of the rest of them, though?”
Eyes flicker up briefly, to where the girl from Twelve is still perched in the tree. She looks back at him, a hint of questioning in her eyes, but Caspian just nods, and she nods back. A quiet truce, for some reason. She could just as easily shout, wake the others, run off in the confusion, but she doesn't, and for that he's grateful. Logically he knows there's a reason she got an eleven in training, that she's a threat that needs to be dealt with. Maybe he'll regret this. But for now, he puts that thought aside.
Creeping through the undergrowth, he barely dares so much as breathe. The slightest extra noise could wake one of the others, something they can't afford to risk, even though the urge to run for it is coursing through his veins like a rolling wave. Eyes scan the forest floor, stepping around fallen twigs and leaves, until finally, it feels like they're in the clear.
Marley turns to him, and Caspian glances back the way they came. He can't see the others now, just the hint of smoke from the campfire wafting through the trees. They should be out of earshot by now. Now the concern is distance. "I think so," he murmurs softly, giving her a nod, one more glance back, before beginning to run.
they run until they can't anymore, which is a good long while. district four's got good lungs on em, marley had overheard the old ladies at the docks say once, and she'd never understood it until now, with the two of them having made it out of the forest and across the cornucopia clearing in what had felt like minutes. she had no way of knowing what time it really was, not in the arena — shit, she had no way of knowing that the day and the night were the same length, here in the arena.
the two of them stood at the edge of a golden field of corn, or wheat, or maybe grass. it was taller than they were, and marley shuddered to imagine what might be inside. she looked at caspian.
“do you think we ought to go in?” she asked.
it didn't seem like the kind of place the rest of the school would go, but cato didn't seem like the kind who would take their betrayal well. he might be angry enough to follow them inside.
avantika via instagram
want a character from 12 who's the same age as katniss and gale and peeta to write but i don't feel called to anyone in canon and feel weird abt making an oc for 12 so i guess ill die idk
our wars have ended, pt. 1.
dialogue prompts from eskew productions' our wars have ended.
the living go on living.
do we have a future here?
new prospects can blossom in the most unexpected places.
you're an optimist.
how long did you last?
it's not true, what they say. that the dead are cold. they're nothing but yearning.
sounds like you've learned to live with it.
we've learned to live under its shadow.
every chance they get, they remind us of what it means to be powerless.
don't expect a man with a full purse to walk towards a hard fight.
it's a life. i can speak to that.
better to die in a bed than on the road.
i suppose a soldier learns how to march.
things can only go from bad to worse.
we can die by the madness of the old, or the pride of the young.
the pain's easing a little.
am i dying?
did you ever see snow before?
there's nothing waiting for us, is there?
i'm so scared.
you're doing wonderfully. you're doing so well.
did _____ die wise, or foolish?
i can't help but feel a little left out.
how are you feeling today?
nothing needs to be said. i'm just tired.
you're still as good as you've ever been.
i'm who i've always been.
you're needed at home. you have responsibilities.
you don't need to worry so much.
doctors don't worry. we watch very carefully for signs of spreading infection.
what's that ugly smirk on your face for?
we gamble lives, or we expend them.
everything yearns to be what it was.
you're one of the good ones.
one must be pragmatic. one must find a use for every part.
i know losing odds when i'm looking at them.
put hands on ______ again, and i'll kill you.
the war against history leaves a stain on all of us.
it is an ugly thing, to survive.
i've done everything you asked.
my daughter's smile could fix the world.
it'll help with the pain.
i know you're hurting more than you can stand.
i can't stand the thought of being left here alone and going on without you.
you can't leave me alone with these people.
you write a lot of letters to dead people?
everyone must have their limit.
all right. what's the play?
you haven't lived, except in books.
there's a limit to how much i can excuse from _______.
in your mouth, it all sounds so reasonable.
why are you crying?
you saved my life. you probably don't remember.
i need you to smile again.
if we're no longer being polite, i'll tell you to go fuck yourself.
you don't have to listen to _____ anymore.
get to bed. we'll talk more in the morning.
i'm leaving for the day. you need anything before i go?
it's hard to fall out of love with stories, even when they're devouring you.
everything changes, but no one escapes.
sure you weren't followed?
getting harder and harder to keep a low profile.
strange time to be alive.
if we're going to work together, you and i need to reveal to one another first.
you can't be afraid to make yourself a little foolish, if you want to see who's loyal to you.
if i don't know you, i can't like you.
i lack the will to perform for you, but there's nothing in my heart i'm not willing to share.
remember, and remember well: death is no escape from me.
what really happened to you?
what you did was very brave.
none of this has been your fault.
you need to learn how to let go of a grudge.
survival can be a repulsive affair. it has to be, sometimes.
hard to make the right choice in times like ours, isn't it?
no need for sorries. i'm luckier than most.
have you ever left [place]?
you are nervous. i can hear your heartbeat.
i'm not running.
how could i hide anything from you?
all your life, you've feared nothing more than being caged.
i'm sorry it came to this.
i don't have a plan. i don't have anything left.
some part of me always wishes i could stay behind.
it's hard to unpick kindness from spite, isn't it?
you're not political, are you?
that's an evasive answer. well done.
you seem very quiet.
the carrot tastes good. i'm just waiting for the stick.
i don't believe in threatening people. i don't think it gets the best work out of anyone.
i'm not in debt to you, and i'm not beholden to you.
i can't tell you how endearing it is to discover you have such a sentimental streak.
i thought we were done for.
are they listening in, do you think?
i think this is something we can use.
missing kasha today does anyone want to write with a beautiful mentally ill girl from d9
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) | S03E03
katniss and gale and peeta have so few peers which is sad bc i want to write someone their age but literally there's only like. madge and delly i think (sidenote my phone autocorrected delly to smelly which IS very rude leave my girl alone)
@et--circenses (mags) sent: “you're really gonna do this here?”
woof raises an eyebrow. “where else do you suggest we do this?” he asks. he's seated at a bar at one of the busier clubs in the capitol. thirty years ago, he'd've been three drinks in already. as it is, he's certainly getting there, with a drink and a half in him.
“the phones they give us are tapped, the suites are almost certainly tapped, not to mention the avoxes always hovering around, they almost certainly read our mail...” he ticks off options on his fingers as he talks. “that leaves us with this. a club so loud no one will overhear anything, and where even if they do, they'll be too drunk to remember it in five minutes, let alone tomorrow.”
he leans back, elbows on the bar, drink in hand. “but if you got a better suggestion, maggie, consider me all ears.”
“can you stay?” velveteen asks, before she can stop herself.
the games are the only moments of peace she gets — chance was the kind of man who liked things loud. the television constantly blaring, shouting across the house at her, and she would swear he stomped just to annoy her. she looked forward to the reprieve, the silence. but now it was all feeling a little bit too much to bear.
“i just...” she pauses, exhales. “i don't know. i don't want to be alone.” she pulls her knees tight to her chest, tucks her chin on her knees. her wedding ring sparkles in the dim lamplight, and she resists the urge to take it and throw it across the room.
“i spend so much time looking forward to leaving chance back at home that i forget the rest of it,” she admits. which probably makes her a bad person — how can anyone forget that the games will result in twenty-three dead tributes?
a starter for @et--circenses (gloss or cashmere)
haha what if i added carat here too... haha jk.... unless 🤔
MIKA ABDALLA. via Instagram.
⚘. LYRICS FROM NOAH KAHAN'S ALBUM THE GREAT DIVIDE. CONTENT WARNING: ALCOHOLISM, DEPRESSION, CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, ABANDONMENT, SELF-SABOTAGE, LONELINESS.
if these trees started talkin', i bet you they'd only talk shit.
i thought getting older meant knowin' it's too late to try.
i tried getting sober, i swear i did better this time.
anythin' you need, i will provide. a ride home or an alibi.
the minute september hits i'm goin' off my medicine.
late august angst and a pointless night.
oh, and the feelin' of being alive for the first time in a long time.
it's a place where most kids just grow up and have kids who grow up, and have kids who build homes for the rich.
oh, everythin' you see out here will die. it's a matter of time.
i grew up pretendin' sticks were little guns, i would point 'em at my dad, and he'd get mad...
'cause god forbid i hurt someone.
i'd hurt anyone i could. anyone who got too close, and anyone who wouldn't look.
i was born into a one-hundred-year storm.
you were unsuspectin', not unwarned.
you're puttin' money on red, i'm a sure bet at a losin' streak.
it gеts harder to see me the closеr you try to look.
i just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock.
have you ever stared directly at the sun?
have you ever shared some closeness, so exposed... to have it spit back by someone?
so, forgive if i jump at the rattle of your keys.
i'm left starin' at the ceilin', listin' reasons you should pack all your shit up.
oh, how I hope you're moving on.
i was workin' on a plan to disappear completely.
gaslightin' my friends into thinkin' i was busy.
'cause if drinkin' was a day job, i'd be askin' for more money.
'cause you're gonna fix it, you're gonna patch it up.
'cause, honey, we're fragile, you've always been so tough.
you know that i miss you, you always come runnin' back.
i hate to drag you back here, but I think he's really lost it...
i can't stand the nights, yeah, that dinner time silence.
i cut the tension with a knife, and i pray you started drivin'.
oh, we're drownin' here, i've gotta stay for mom.
well, you did back then, we would talk so much...
and it's fine we don't, but can you come home?
there's somethin' 'bout the window seats got you feeling like a poet.
the way you've got your hair up straight makes you look real californian.
you know you never really could quite place when i'm angry, and i'm jokin'.
i'm cursin' every exit sign and my damn christ-like devotion, to hopin' you might change your mind, and to hatin' you for goin'.
you state a feelin' like a fact.
i'm glad you lеft, but you'll be back.
so, call me when it goes to shit.
i won't rub your face in it. i swear, i won't tell anyone.
i don't mind being your dead end. i think it's fine to never move on.
and i'll keep rootin' for your downfall.
i'm hoping that the view ain't nice, that the streetlights bleed into your bedroom.
that you open up to someone kind, and they hold it all against you.
hoping you might return to the fog 'round here.
i curse 'em all out when they fuck up your story. i tell it the way that you told me.
you had something misplaced that you'd spend your life tryna find.
i still hear your name from some of the local guys. said they always placed you for the leavin' type.
i comb the lighthouse and hope you're there in the morning.
i called you, but i'd run out of words.
your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car, and you're a closed garage.
someonе once told us there's a world out thеre, but we don't care enough to drive that far.
it's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall.
lately, i've been lookin' at you harder, just takin' you in. at the callus on your finger from the handbrake grip on your junkyard bike, and your boots so filled with water, i mean, soakin' wet...
you could punch me in the gut and it would hurt like watchin' you go smaller on the backroad.
i never ask too much.
i can't keep on starting over.
sleepin' in a bed half empty, daydreamin'.
all love must leave, oh, but search for it i will.
honey, tell me, are you good at staying still?
well, will you up and lеave or will you be therе in the mornin'?
i always hated the sunlight at 3 p.m., where it's too soon to quit thinkin', too late to change anythin'.
i'm racking my brain for the one line that would change your mind.
༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters
a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!
you weren't supposed to hear that.
don't look at me like i'm the only one lying.
want to tell them, or should i?
you think i don't know what you did?
i've hit people for less.
oh, i thought you already knew.
that's funny, you didn't say that last night.
say that again. i dare you.
you wanna talk about loyalty?
no offense, but if you're the last to know, that's on you.
go ahead - pretend like it wasn't your idea!
they deserve to know the truth.
you didn't hear this from me, but -
oh, so now you care?
don't flatter yourself. you were just convenient.
you crossed a line.
we had bets on how long it would last.
it's not even a secret anymore.
you don't get to cry about it now.
touch me again and see what happens.
say it again. louder this time.
you really thought nobody would find out?
don't act so innocent.
okay, but am i the villain for laughing?
tell me who else knows. right now.
this whole time, and you didn't say a word?
don't act brave now.
you're really gonna do this here?
it wasn't supposed to get this far!
you can't rewrite history.
oh, i'd never say it to their faces.
it was supposed to stay between us.
we're all thinking it, i just said it.
you're not as untouchable as you act.
do you even feel guilty?
they warned me about you.
go ahead, make it worse.
if you repeat this, i'll deny everything.
the next thing out of your mouth better be an apology.
you're about three seconds away from regretting this.
you keep pushing, and i'll push you back.
they're going to find out.
one more lie, and i walk.
they're lying to you.
you need to back off. now.
you're defending them? after everything?
don't try to hide it.
tell me, was i just a placeholder?
you really think sorry fixes this?
there's nothing left to say.
don't act like you're the one hurting.
i don't owe you any explanation.
whatever helps you sleep at night.
you should've seen this coming.
i hope it was worth it.
i told the truth. just not all of it.
you'll miss me before i miss you.
smile. you're ruining the mood.
i'd watch that tone if i were you.
it's not my fault you believed me.
you have such a talent for pretending you're innocent.
we both know this is over.
i never said i was a good person.
i thought you were different.
